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Two kobolds appear at the far end of the room and prod the beast into action. It rises and looks at the group before roaring.
Ellie: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Goldi: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Round 1: Jettar, Truffles, Umbra, Kyrana, Shadrath, Sig, Frostine, Goldi, Ellie
On the Trail:
"Merde!" Marcel exclaims looking at the map. "Apparently there is enough in Valwick to attract his attention."
He sighs. "We will have to prepare...In the meantime, I'll have the Common House cleaned. Someone expressed an interest in turning it into a respectable inn. I will have Barclay deal with that. Thank you for everything. Go ahead and finish your patrol and call it a night."
Marcel offers a smile to the couple before heading inside.
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When The Stars Are Right:
Chalandra burst into her chamber to see her son on the pyre, the ashes of Reinhardt adorning his naked body. Her eyes flit over to the drow standing in the corner. "So glad you could make it, Tichran."
"I am always eager to learn, Lady Chalandra," the drow replies in a voice neither male nor female. "So what have you planned here?"
"A sacrifice," Chalandra says, looking at the gathered dark priests and Summoners. She divests herself of her clothing, stepping to the pyre skyclad. Two of the priests bring her a dark, see-through robe. "I must commend you on your efficiency in bringing me Niccolo's body."
"It's nice to have obedient servants," Tichran says with a grin. He offers his open palms to Chalandra, a gesture that bade her to continue.
Chalandra closes her eyes and lets out a stream of ancient words. The pyre lights without as much as spark touching it and Niccolo's body is consumed by the flames. A shimmering black light hovers over the pyre before exploding behind it. A regal man, with flesh as pale as ash, stands and smiles.
"Welcome, Lord Strahd, to Vesaria," Chalandra says, falling to a knee. The rest of the gathered, except for Tichran, follow Chalandra's lead.
Strahd steps towards Tichran. "The others show me homage, but you will not?"
"Forgive me, Strahd, but I do not kneel to strangers," Tichran says, his eyes devoid of fear.
"Very well," Strahd says with a sinister smile. "Leave before I decide to take your head off your shoulders. My business is not with a simpering darkling."
"Simpering? How dare you?!" Tichran rages.
The vampire remains unflappable as he decapitates Tichran with his hand. "I hope that others in your domain are more...respectful, Chalanda."
"You are free to do as you wish, Lord Strahd, to any who offend you. My home is now your home," Chalandra says, still kneeling.
"Indeed," Strahd says, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. "I know you have called me for a reason, but, before we get to that, where is your son?"
Vencious sits upon his throne, watching the many green shards with boredom. "It seems like Zahvroma has done my work for me. I know you must be disappointed, Baraxias."
"Your soul or Cyna's, it makes no difference," the Infernal Duke says.
Vencious stands with an unearthly vigor. "The pieces are coming together in a dark storm, Baraxias. Strahd to the northwest, Malfeliax from the abyss, Cthulhu from beyond that, and your master, Asmodeus, to the north."
He waves his hand over the crystal, viewing Chalandra's throne room. "And now we are short another necromancer. I would retrieve his mask, but Strahd is more than I am willing to deal with right now."
"It seems there is much you cannot deal with right now," Baraxias chuckles. "As long as the heroes stay away from your tower, you are as cocky as can be. But they will bring you low and I await that with much anticipation."
"Ah, you think they will?" Vencious laughs. "I have had time to prepare my masterpieces. They will die on this very floor, if they make it that far."
"Oh? And what would your masterpieces be?"
"These," Vencious says, throwing back a curtain to reveal six humanoid figures. "I present to you Cyna Singer, Sienna Teriton, Drago Zakharov, Ylrhea Corissca, Arista Milocathe and Sādhanā."
Baraxias laughs. "Mirror images?"
"Better...flesh of their flesh, blood of their blood. Their memories the same as the real ones and a strong desire to lead their lives," Vencious says. "Blood spilled on the battlefield is such a useful things."
"Why haven't you done this before?" the devil asks.
"Because they are touched by the divine and worthy of my attention now. If you'll excuse me, I will need to fashion their weapons," Vencious says, taking a black blade from the wall. "How I have waited to present this to you, Sādhanā. Take your blade, Soul."
The magus takes the blade. "Thank you, Vencious. I shall put it to good use."
Alisbeth felt the cold of a stone floor before her. She opened her eyes. How long has it been? The light hurt her eyes and she recoiled. She was still a child, so it could not have been long. She felt a soft hand on her shoulder. The elven girl looks to the owner and sees a woman with dark hair, a horned mask covering her face. "Alice!"
The woman nods. "Come. Vonder is looking for you."
Alisbeth rejects the woman's hand. "You abandoned me! You left me to die in Icathia. You left me to find out who my father really is on my own. I killed people! Leave me be..."
Alice takes the skull mask off, to reveal delicate silver tattoos on her face marred by scars. "I had to protect you from those who would kill you without you knowing why. I am sorry, Alisbeth. I am a horrible person, but you are the one who can save the world."
"How?" the girl asks, the anger falling out of her voice.
"We must kill Malfeliax...and we must destroy the corruption within him. You will open the gates to R'lyeh, but there will be heroes who will close them forever afterward," Alice says, offering her hand again. "You will not die, Alisbeth. You will guide the heroes to their greatest battle. You are no monster, you are the angel of salvation."
Alisbeth looks at her mother with wide eyes and takes her hand. "Where are we?"
"Blackcrown," Alice replies. "It was the only place that was near to where you were trapped. I was near when Vonder...was finished with me."
"Vonder had you?"
"That is a tale for another time," Alice says. "Have you found the Dragonslayer?"
"Yes, her name is Rajni. She will kill Malfeliax and set us free," Alisbeth says.
"Good," Alice says, embracing her daughter and shedding bloody tears.
Unknown to the both of them, Vonder watched from behind a ruined pillar. "Perfect...just as I hoped."